2004
"Harry!" She burst into the bedroom. "Did you use the last bit of my shampoo?" Harry had been folding the laundry, and he turned to face Ginny, bewildered. He smirked at seeing her naked, "Technically, we both used it all–y'know, yesterday, when we showered together–" A pillow thrown to his face cut him off, courtesy of Ginny.
"Harry!" She whined. "I don't have any more shampoo, and I wanted my hair to smell nice when we announce our pregnancy!" Harry taking pity on her, walked into the bathroom and handed her his shampoo. "Here, you can use mine." Sighing, she pecked her husband's lips and walked back into the shower. Grinning, Harry went off to finish his chores.
A few hours later, they were all ready to leave. Harry had decided that they would floo instead of apparating. "You ready?" He asked, tersely. "Let's go!" Nodding, he gently guided her towards the fireplace. He and Ginny stepped into it carefully, and with a handful of floo powder, he called, "The Burrow!" Arriving, they brushed the soot of their clothes and greeted everyone. Molly bustled into the room, announcing that dinner was ready. "Oh Harry, Ginny dear! You made it!"
"Yeah." "Come on, Harry! Before my brothers eat everything!" Harry followed his wife into the expanded kitchen and saw the entire Weasley clan assembled there. They all sat down for dinner while the kids were playing in the courtyard. Ginny had been holding his hand the entire time, and now it was nearing the end of dinner.
She stood up, tugging Harry up with her. "We have something to say." She announced. "You're pregnant!" They heard 3 squeals from around the table. The squeals had come from Molly, Fleur and Hermione. "How'd you know?" He asked them curiously. "Are you really asking Hermione that, Harry? Surely you better than that?" Ron said. Harry chuckled. "True." "It's a mother's instinct." Molly said. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fleur nodding.
"Ooh! There's so much to do! You have to prepare the nursery, and buy baby clothes, Oh!" Molly jumped up while saying this, clearly showing her excitement. Arthur chuckled and got his wife to calm down. "I'm sure Harry and Ginny can handle it by themselves." He soothed.
They nodded, and sat down. The table returned to the noisy chatter Harry loved to hear in the Burrow. He felt grateful for the familiarity as the excitement finally caught up to him. In his nervousness, he had failed to notice exactly how sexy Ginny looked in her dress, and now he suddenly had an appetite for something else.